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0066 Southern Tibet : vol.7
南チベット : vol.7
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doi: 10.20676/00000263
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Sacrithma has been a puzzle to all geographers. Yule applies this name to
the range »which separates the Sirikul from the headwaters of the Yarkand River.»¹
Probably it would be more correct to say that it belongs to the range west of the
Taghdumbash-daria, the one called Sarikol Range by BURRARD. But it is more
likely that only a high and difficult part of a mountain is meant and not a range,
as Goës' sense for orographical features was probably not more developed than that
of other early travellers. Orography was not a science in his time. At any rate,
the name Sacrithma has no doubt a sound of genuine eastern Turkish. Goës some-
times seems to write th instead of k, or c. This is certainly the case with Ciecialith
which ought to be Ciecialic. Sacrithma would therefore be Sacricma. Names ending
with ma are to be found in Eastern Pamir, e. g. Tagharma, Köturma. Sacric has
a certain resemblance with Sarik, yellow; as for instance, Sarik-kol, the broad yellow
valley, but it still more resembles sekerik, »The wild goat made
a spring», which is the name of a place I passed on July 1st, 1894, near Pas-rabat
in Eastern Pamir. In spite of all these resemblances, it is hard to get out any
reasonable meaning of the word.

As to Sarcil, there is no doubt whatever that it must be Sarikol. The remaining
names, Ciecialith, Tanghetàr, Iakonich and Hiarchan are as clear as anything.
I have travelled this road, or at least the most important part of it, viz., from
Sarcil across Ciecialith and through Tanghetàr in 1894, and I have given a short
description of it in my personal narrative.² There I say (p. 264): »Beyond that
point (Yambulak) the glen was called Tenghi-tar, a very suitable name, although a
pleonasm; for tar means narrow and tenghi narrow glen path . . . . Finally the glen
contracted to a wedge-shaped trough, carved, as it were, out of the mountain-side.
The path grew more and more difficult. We wound a hundred, a thousand times
in and out around the fallen boulders; and every now and then crossed the stream,
its water once more clear and limpid . . . . Above the hot springs the glen contracted
still more, and at length became a veritable ravine, only a few yards wide, the air
cold and clammy as in a cellar, the rocky sides perpendicular, the stream filling up
nearly its entire width, dashing itself against the boulders, flashing up above them
in spray, plunging down small waterfalls. One spot in particular I recollect quite
well. It was a very ugly place. A number of big round stones, with brightly
polished slippery surfaces, formed a kind of sill stretching obliquely across the bed
of the torrent. A couple of men climbed up each on to a large boulder, and seizing hold
of the packing-cases, and hauling away at them, helped the horses to clamber over.»³